Blue rinsed ladies remembered.
I have lived in a Port City all my life. I just love going down to the docks and waterfront. Especially in the early morning and early evening when there is always going to be something to see'
Ferries, small ones going just across the water to the New Forest villages. Large ones going to the Isle of Wight. Very large to the continent. Beautiful Cruise liners.
Monstrous Oil tankers. Boats ,yachts ,numerous other sailing craft and vessels, make their way over the water about their business. Or pleasure.
My Granny took us kids down to the Royal Pier on the bus, upstairs at the front of course so I could drive. There were gaps in the timber decks of the old pier, looking down gave me the willies.
I got caught in the arm by the hook of a badly cast fishing line. Put me off fishing for Life. The owner saw what had happened and ran off leaving his gear behind, I think my brother kept it.
There were two old ladies I couldn't help but notice every time we were on the pier.
Tall, very. Blue rinsed hair and leathery deep tanned faces, legs and arms. Reputed to be heiresses to the Cunard fortune. On several occasions I spotted a third sister, and on one glorious day about 10 years ago there were four of them. They walk everywhere together, the two I mean. Amazingly they are still alive, well into their nineties.
A couple of years back I came face to face with one of them, as I held back the door going in to the local chemist. I smiled at the lady and was about to say something, but she was gone, smiling her best Queen Mum smile.
Some paths are destined never to cross.